The Times Have Changed; An Army of Thousands Comes to Meet Him
Lower Thousand Provinces, Swallowing Cloud Realm.
Interrealm Teleportation Array are channels for traveling between different realms within the same thousand states.
Within the Swallowing Cloud Realm, there is more than one similar teleportation array.
After the Alien Race occupied this realm, they dispersed their forces and took control of every gateway leading to the outside world.
Although the force stationed here is only a small contingent, it still numbers quite a few, including several formidable individuals.
With the added amplification from the Black Mist, even if Prodigy from Upper Thousand Provinces came, it would be no easy task to forcibly seize this Realm Gate.
But by this time, the battle was over.
The Alien Race guarding the Realm Gate were all reduced to corpses, lying scattered on the ground. The remaining power continued to rage around, tearing open deep, bottomless ravines.
Qin Wangchuan stood at the forefront, quietly gazing at the distant world shrouded in Black Mist.
Chu Wujiu walked up from behind, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Are you sure we don't need to take action anymore?"
"We're already here, we can't just stand here and watch the show, can we?"
Yan Wujin moved his shoulders, and a cracking sound came from his joints.
Zhao Lingyun also shook the Talisman Paper in her hand.
"If you think there are too many people, I'll just watch and promise not to interfere."
Yun Zexuan glanced at him, "You're lazy every day, and you don't participate in trials when you have the chance. How can your cultivation improve?"
"None of your business."
Ji Wuchen didn't rush to speak.
His gaze swept back and forth between Qin Wangchuan and the Interrealm Teleportation Array behind him, and he quickly realized something.
"You invited other people too?"
Ye Lingchuan also looked over.
He didn't speak, but his eyes held a hint of curiosity.
Qin Wangchuan finally withdrew his gaze and nodded.
"Things are going to get a little tricky, so I called in a little helper."
"How much is 'a little bit'?"
"You'll see soon enough."
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Just then...
The Interrealm Teleportation Array behind them suddenly rippled.
Although it is called a formation, it is actually more like an ancient gate standing between heaven and earth.
Its bottom sinks into the earth, and its top reaches straight into the clouds.
The stone pillars on both sides are covered with mottled marks left by time, while inside the door is a constantly rippling silver curtain.
This Realm Gate was not originally built solely for the purpose of facilitating the passage of a few cultivators.
Once the gates are opened, even a thousand-foot-long Flying Ship can pass through, and a million-strong army can also travel freely.
At this moment, the ancient array patterns that had been dormant for many years are lighting up one by one.
The next moment.
The bow of a cross-border Flying Ship slowly passed through the boundary screen.
Then came the second one.
The third one.
More and more colossal creatures emerged from the Realm Gate, their hulls adorned with array patterns that illuminated the dim sky, while their deep rumbles echoed in all directions.
The deck was packed with disciples of the Wen Dao Palace.
The psionic cannons on both sides of the Flying Ship were fully charged, and deep within the tightly sealed belly compartment lay numerous heavily armored [Divine Mechanism].
The banners of the Wen Dao Palace fluttered in the wind.
Qin Wangchuan looked at that familiar symbol, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
When the Wen Dao Palace was first established, let alone such a cross-realm fleet, they couldn't even produce a decent Flying Ship.
I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, I would have grown to this extent.
It's truly heartbreaking.
"Eldest Brother!"
A familiar voice suddenly came from the front.
Before the Flying Ship had come to a complete stop, Jiang Yan leaped over the gunwale and ran straight toward them.
Meng Yu stood on the deck, leaning halfway out and shouting:
"Junior Disciple Jiang, what's the rush!"
"You think you won't die from falling from that height?"
Jiang Yan didn't even turn his head.
"You won't die from the fall!"
He stopped when he got close, his face beaming with undisguised joy.
Qin Wangchuan looked him up and down.
"His cultivation has improved considerably."
Of course.
Jiang Yan grinned and puffed out his chest.
"You didn't embarrass your Eldest Brother, did you?"
"Not at the moment."
After the Wen Dao Palace fleet sailed out, it did not immediately go far away, but instead parted to the sides to make way for those behind.
Soon, another batch of ships passed through the Realm Gate.
These ships varied in size, pattern, and design, and the people standing on their decks were all incredibly diverse.
Someone was carrying a long sword.
Someone is carrying a black coffin.
There were also people with ancient, Remnant Soul floating beside them, visible only to themselves, pointing and gesturing at the heavens and earth of the Swallowing Cloud Realm.
The Returnees have arrived.
Following closely behind were rows of towering, entirely black ships.
There was no noise on the ship.
A group of women in black dresses stood quietly on the deck, their faces veiled, revealing only their eyes of different colors.
Occasionally, one can glimpse fine scales and features not belonging to the Human Race beneath the hem of her skirt and sleeves.
The flag of the Two Realms Court was flying on the foremost ship.
Further on, came the Cross-Realm Tower Ship dispatched by the Xuantian Pavilion.
They are the most numerous and the largest in size.
Most of them were not loaded with cultivators, but were instead filled with pills, array plates, Spirit Stone, and various supplies whose usefulness was still unknown.
Teams disembarked from the Flying Ship one after another.
The area around the once empty Realm Gate was quickly filled with a dense crowd of people.
The various factions sized each other up.
The people from the Wen Dao Palace looked at the strange-looking Returnees.
Those Returnees looked up, studying the Divine Mechanism inside the Flying Ship's belly.
As for the members of the Xuantian Pavilion, their eyes remained fixed on their own warship, fearing that these guys would dismantle the ship for research before the battle even began.
Meng Yu, carrying a long staff on his shoulder, stood at the feet of a Divine Mechanism. Noticing the gazes directed at him, he grinned.
"What are you looking at?"
"The Dao Asking Wen Dao Palace has brought all its most Divine Mechanism this time."
Shen Yian crossed his arms and looked him up and down.
"It's quite big."
"I just don't know how many hits he could take if a real fight broke out."
Meng Yu was immediately displeased.
What do you mean by "can withstand a few hits"?
"Believe it or not, one shot from this thing can blast you and your system to smithereens."
"Wow, that's amazing?"
Shen Yian reached out and tapped the heavy armor on Divine Mechanism's feet.
"Then let it blast one first and show me."
"Spirit Stone are free?"
As the two were arguing, Chen Mo walked over from the side.
"You two."
"Isn't it inappropriate to be standing beneath my Xuantian Pavilion's warship, discussing whose stuff is more powerful?"
Meng Yu looked up at the flag flying high at the bow of the ship.
"What's hanging up here is clearly the Wen Dao Palace."
"The flag belongs to you."
Chen Mo reached out and tapped the hull of the boat, earnestly correcting him:
"The ship is ours."
Shen Yian burst out laughing.
Before the argument could continue, Luo Lingxi had already led the people from the Two Realms Court through the middle.
His gaze lingered briefly on the Divine Mechanism and the Cross-Realm Tower Ship, but he did not stop walking.
Only four words were left behind:
"Just external things."
The voice came through the veil, cool and indifferent.
It's as if those powerful weapons that would make countless forces envious are truly not worth mentioning.
The three of them stood there, silent for a brief moment.
Meng Yu turned his head and asked in a low voice:
"Do the people of the Two Realms Court always talk like this?"
"Shh."
Shen Yian gave him a wink and lowered his voice as well.
"These people are all freaks, don't mess with them."
The words had barely left his mouth.
In the line ahead, several women in black dresses stopped simultaneously, their heterochromatic eyes peering over through the black veils.
Shen Yian's expression froze.
What I mean is...
"That's pretty impressive."
Far away.
Yin Qiyue, Feng Qingjue, Luo Lingxi, Chen Mo, and others have already gathered together.
Although everyone already knew that they wouldn't be the only ones who came, they were still somewhat surprised to see the endless sea of people near the Realm Gate.
Especially Chen Mo.
Xuantian Pavilion only decided to come to help because it noticed that the Wen Dao Palace was massively mobilizing its ships.
He originally thought Qin Wangchuan only needed to deal with a slightly tricky matter.
But now it seems--
The Wen Dao Palace mobilized.
All the Returnees were present.
Even the mixed-blood Alien Race scattered throughout the Three Thousand Provinces by the Two Realms Court have arrived in countless numbers.
This is hardly about dealing with trouble.
They clearly intend to turn the entire Swallowing Cloud Realm upside down.
After exchanging a few words, the group quickly walked forward together.
The crowd, who had been sizing each other up and arguing, gradually quieted down after seeing the figure in Green Robe in the distance.
Yin Qiyue stepped forward first.
"Young Master."
"Apart from the necessary disciples who remain on duty, all other available personnel from the Wen Dao Palace have arrived."
Feng Qingjue behind.
"All those Returnees have been recalled."
"Those currently on missions outside, and those who have just joined and haven't had time to train yet, have all been brought along."
Luo Lingxi clasped her hands in front of her, her stunningly beautiful face obscured by the black veil.
Upon arriving before Qin Wangchuan, he slowly bowed.
"We will obey the divine decree."
"All believers in the Two Realms Court, within the reach of my divine gaze, are willing to offer everything."
Qin Wangchuan glanced at her.
Although I felt there was something odd about what he said, now was clearly not the time to dwell on the form of address.
Finally, there's Chen Mo.
"Xuantian Pavilion did not receive any orders from you, Young Master; we have come uninvited."
"However, the most lacking resources for cross-border military operations are warships, supplies, and intelligence."
"The Xuantian Pavilion is willing to take care of these matters for you, Young Master."